02-07-2020, 01:55 PM
“No way! That’s not you at all. I reckon Alan Hughes has got something to do with it. Is that right? Tell me.”
“Yes. OK. Mr. Hughes does like me this way, satisfied?”
“Not yet. Show me your knickers.”
“What? No, Adam I can’t do that here!”
“Show me your knickers. Now!” He shouted.
“Alright! Alright, I’ll do it, only please keep your voice down. It won’t do either of us any good if someone comes in, will it?”
“Fair enough. Just get on with it.”
I swallowed nervously, then lifted my skirt. He stood back and took in the view, smiling to himself. “Still wearing boring white ones. Why don’t you wear something sexy tomorrow?”
I didn’t answer. He stepped forward and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. I cringed at his touch. He pushed my thighs apart then ran his fingers along my slit, rubbing my knickers into my folds. I felt my clit start to stiffen in response. He sniggered. “You fuckin’ love having your cunt played with, don’t you?” He ran his thumb along my slit, lingering on my clit, laughing as I groaned. “Gramps said you were something else, now I know what he meant.”
He slid his hand under the waistband of my knickers and pushed it down between my legs. Then he pushed a finger between my pussy lips, rubbing from my tunnel to my clit. He ran his other hand over my breasts, pinching my nipples. I felt myself becoming aroused.
He pushed two fingers into my pussy, I gasped, I could feel how wet I was becoming. He opened a couple of buttons on my blouse and slipped his hand inside, groping my breasts. He chuckled to himself.
“Nice. Very nice indeed. Wait here for me at lunchtime, right? And keep your pussy nice and wet for me, ‘cos I’m going to fuck it ok?”
I felt waves of shame wash over me. I was standing in my class room, holding my skirt ‘round my waist while a fifteen year-old boy played with my pussy and breasts and told me casually that he would be back in an hour to have me. I almost came!
Adam abruptly pulled his hands out of my knickers and blouse and stood back, leaving me standing there still holding my skirt up for him.
“You can put it away for now, Alison.” He sneered, “But remember, I’ll be back at lunch time, so make sure you’re here, ok?”
I hurriedly dropped my skirt and smoothed it back into place, I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I just nodded. He turned and casually walked out of the room, leaving the door open as he did so. I collapsed into my chair, my entire body shaking with a mixture of shame and excitement.
I could hardly concentrate on my next class. I kept looking at my watch, waiting for lunchtime with a mixture of dread and longing. I was incredibly aroused, and the gentle touch of the cotton of my blouse against my stiff nipples was driving me crazy! Every time I moved tingles of pleasure ran from my breasts, I could feel the dampness of my knickers.
Time seemed to go so slowly, I kept looking at my watch, then the classroom clock. The lesson seemed to go on for ever. And then there were just five minutes to go. Then four, I told the class to finish their work and start packing away. Three minutes to go. I started to clean the black board, feeling the cotton stroke my nipples again. Two minutes. The lunch bell rang a minute or so early. The class stood up and started to file out. I sat down to wait, then stood again. I couldn’t settle. I looked around nervously, trying to work out where was the most 'private' part of the room. One side of the class was made of windows. We were on the first floor, so no one would be looking in. The door had a small, round window in it. I guessed that so long as we were nowhere near it no one looking in would see anything.
The door swung open. I felt my heart racing. Instead of Adam, a third year boy called Kenneth came in, “Miss, can I do my homework in here please?”
“No Kenneth!” I snapped, “I need to do some work in here over lunch.”
“But I’ll be very quiet, miss. I need to get my project finished for Mrs. Roberts. I have to hand it in this afternoon. Please miss?”
“Kenneth, I said ‘no’, now run along.” I said sharply. My nerves were shredded now. He picked up his bags and moved towards the door sulkily, taking an age to leave. I almost screamed at him, but finally he left, closing the door behind him.
I stood waiting. I flinched as I heard footsteps approaching, and sighed with relief as they faded again. I began to pace the classroom. I looked at my watch, five minutes had gone, where was he? I went out onto the staircase to see if he was approaching, there was no sign of him. I went back into my room.
“Yes. OK. Mr. Hughes does like me this way, satisfied?”
“Not yet. Show me your knickers.”
“What? No, Adam I can’t do that here!”
“Show me your knickers. Now!” He shouted.
“Alright! Alright, I’ll do it, only please keep your voice down. It won’t do either of us any good if someone comes in, will it?”
“Fair enough. Just get on with it.”
I swallowed nervously, then lifted my skirt. He stood back and took in the view, smiling to himself. “Still wearing boring white ones. Why don’t you wear something sexy tomorrow?”
I didn’t answer. He stepped forward and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. I cringed at his touch. He pushed my thighs apart then ran his fingers along my slit, rubbing my knickers into my folds. I felt my clit start to stiffen in response. He sniggered. “You fuckin’ love having your cunt played with, don’t you?” He ran his thumb along my slit, lingering on my clit, laughing as I groaned. “Gramps said you were something else, now I know what he meant.”
He slid his hand under the waistband of my knickers and pushed it down between my legs. Then he pushed a finger between my pussy lips, rubbing from my tunnel to my clit. He ran his other hand over my breasts, pinching my nipples. I felt myself becoming aroused.
He pushed two fingers into my pussy, I gasped, I could feel how wet I was becoming. He opened a couple of buttons on my blouse and slipped his hand inside, groping my breasts. He chuckled to himself.
“Nice. Very nice indeed. Wait here for me at lunchtime, right? And keep your pussy nice and wet for me, ‘cos I’m going to fuck it ok?”
I felt waves of shame wash over me. I was standing in my class room, holding my skirt ‘round my waist while a fifteen year-old boy played with my pussy and breasts and told me casually that he would be back in an hour to have me. I almost came!
Adam abruptly pulled his hands out of my knickers and blouse and stood back, leaving me standing there still holding my skirt up for him.
“You can put it away for now, Alison.” He sneered, “But remember, I’ll be back at lunch time, so make sure you’re here, ok?”
I hurriedly dropped my skirt and smoothed it back into place, I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I just nodded. He turned and casually walked out of the room, leaving the door open as he did so. I collapsed into my chair, my entire body shaking with a mixture of shame and excitement.
I could hardly concentrate on my next class. I kept looking at my watch, waiting for lunchtime with a mixture of dread and longing. I was incredibly aroused, and the gentle touch of the cotton of my blouse against my stiff nipples was driving me crazy! Every time I moved tingles of pleasure ran from my breasts, I could feel the dampness of my knickers.
Time seemed to go so slowly, I kept looking at my watch, then the classroom clock. The lesson seemed to go on for ever. And then there were just five minutes to go. Then four, I told the class to finish their work and start packing away. Three minutes to go. I started to clean the black board, feeling the cotton stroke my nipples again. Two minutes. The lunch bell rang a minute or so early. The class stood up and started to file out. I sat down to wait, then stood again. I couldn’t settle. I looked around nervously, trying to work out where was the most 'private' part of the room. One side of the class was made of windows. We were on the first floor, so no one would be looking in. The door had a small, round window in it. I guessed that so long as we were nowhere near it no one looking in would see anything.
The door swung open. I felt my heart racing. Instead of Adam, a third year boy called Kenneth came in, “Miss, can I do my homework in here please?”
“No Kenneth!” I snapped, “I need to do some work in here over lunch.”
“But I’ll be very quiet, miss. I need to get my project finished for Mrs. Roberts. I have to hand it in this afternoon. Please miss?”
“Kenneth, I said ‘no’, now run along.” I said sharply. My nerves were shredded now. He picked up his bags and moved towards the door sulkily, taking an age to leave. I almost screamed at him, but finally he left, closing the door behind him.
I stood waiting. I flinched as I heard footsteps approaching, and sighed with relief as they faded again. I began to pace the classroom. I looked at my watch, five minutes had gone, where was he? I went out onto the staircase to see if he was approaching, there was no sign of him. I went back into my room.
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